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I'm writing an SS17 story, what do you think?
The sun was shining through the briefing room windows. It seemed like we were all here forever, getting informed about what life was going to be like on an orbital research facility. They said our days will be long, and we will work hard. But I could hardly pay attention, because what loomed overhead outside the large windows was our transportation to our new home for twelve years to come, Orbital Weapons Testing and Research Facility 4. This was the Seventeenth station built by NanoTrasen, therefore the name has been shortened to, well, Space Station 17. The transport craft had four engines, designed to travel at near light-speed once they were fully going. Once we entered space, we had special sound modules hooked up onto our ship that would activate, and change sound waves into some other wave that our ears could pick up easily, so we wouldn't be deaf in space. I closed my eyes, and listened intently to the lecture for the next three hours.
August 6th, 2548, three days later
We only had four days before we lifted off. The other crew of Space Station 17 had just gotten back, and they all rushed to see their families on Television. "That will be me in four days and twelve years", I thought to myself, smiling. Only I didn't have a family. I was just a Mechanical Engineer, who is one of the last remnants of his family. All my family died from the outbreak of Toolboxitus a few years ago, so I had nothing to live for. That's why I signed up for this station, all the losers and rejects are sent there. I myself believe I qualified for that position. That's when my phone rang. It shocked me, so I sat right up. I picked up the phone, and a voice of a man who, well, didn't seem young started talking. "Mister Walter Teimore, I presume? Yes. I have a proposition for you." The man said, and I listened. "NanoTrasen is evil. Everything they do is bad. Remember a disease that no one knew it's origin? Toolboxitus, yes. That was manufactured by NanoTrasen, and the people at Space Station 13." I was shocked at this, but I didn't believe him. So I rebutteled. "NanoTrasen works for the good of all people Mister, err, what's your name?" The man laughed, then responded, "My name is not of your Business, Mister Teimore. but call me Donk Corporation Overlord." I chuckled at his funny name, but then he responded quickly, "Mister Teimore, I have an offer you cannot refuse. I will pay you 20 Million dollars if you aid us in taking down NanoTrasen - for good. You will be joining a good cause in making sure NanoTrasen kills no more people. They destroyed half of Asia, for god sakes! That was no meteor shower! Call me back with your answer. My card should be coming to you any second." Then I heard a click, and realized he hung up. Suddenly, something came through my mail slot. It was the man's business card! I frantically opened the door, but to my surprise, not a soul was near my house.
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